Showing posts with label Yard Saling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yard Saling. Show all posts

Friday, March 25, 2022

Planning To Attend A Yard Sale This Coming Weekend?

Have you been to a yard sale or estate sale recently?  Noticed that the paper backings to the framed  photos and paintings were torn?  Do you know why? Here is one possible answer to the conundrum!

In the olden days, people would often hide money, stock certificates, valuable paper items, and lightweight gold necklaces behind the paper backings of framed photos and paintings . . .  Hence, folks at yard sales who did not like the painting or photo would always check for hidden treasures behind the paper backings of framed photos and paintings . . . more often than not, finding dollar bills, stock certificates, and on and on . . . you fill in the blanks!

. . . Forewarned is forearmed!

Thursday, March 24, 2022

Been To A Yard Sale Recently?

Been to a yard sale or estate sale recently?  Noticed that the paper backings to the framed  photos and paintings were torn?  Do you know why?

Check in tomorrow to learn the answer!

Thursday, February 10, 2022

"Yardsaling" With Archie!

Years ago, Marash Girl had never attended a yard sale. Learning of this, her friend Archie offered to introduce Marash Girl to the world of "yard saling" . . . and what a world that was! Never had Marash Girl seen such treasures -- antique teapots, silverware, hardcover books signed by the author/s, brass candlesticks, pewter candlesticks, brand new candles, costume jewelry, and on and on and on . . . a world of treasures, treasures for a pittance . . . a world of which Marash Girl had been completely unaware. Thank you, Archie, for those fun-filled spring, summer and fall seasons of yardsaling . . . seasons that continue to this day . . . or rather continued until COVID reared its ugly head and stopped the fun of yardsaling . . . But as Grandpa Peter would comment, were he still with us, "COVID, too, shall pass!" Allow Marash Girl to add, "And may it pass soon!"

Saturday, January 22, 2022

The Story Behind The Handmade Quilt Marash Girl Found At A Yard Sale

Yesterday evening, as Marash Girl was adjusting the quilt on her bed in preparation for retiring, she remembered the day she had purchased the yorgan. Marash Girl At Yardsale: "But why are you selling this brand new, beautifully handmade quilt . . . And why is it so inexpensive?" Yard Saleswoman: "Well . . . I just want to get rid of it . . . After all, would you want to sleep with your husband under a quilt that another woman has made for him?" (Photo of quilt removed to protect the innocent . . . or not so innocent!)

Tuesday, November 9, 2021

The Story Behind The Quilt!

As Marash Girl crawled under the covers last night to join her husgand,she remembered where she had purchased the beautiful blue and green patchwork quilt that covered their bed . . . Here's the story . . . Marash Girl was at a yard sale several years ago, (well before COVID), where she found a beautiful, apparently brand new, handmade patchwork quilt constructed with lovely green, blue and yellow patches. The price tag? $5.00. Figuring that the price of $5.00 must have been written in error, Marash Girl asked the woman selling the quilt if the price was, in reality, $5.00. "Yes," answered the woman brusquely . . . "That's the price!" Curious as to why such a lovely piece was being sold so inexpensively, Marash Girl queried, "Well, why are you selling it inexpensively? Is it really brand new?" Her answer? "Yes, it's brand new . . . But would you want to sleep with your husband under a quilt that another woman made for him? Need I say more?" And that, as they say, was that!!! Marash Girl bought the quilt that another woman had made for another woman's husband, washed the quilt carefully, hung it out to dry (yes, in those days Marash Girl had a clothesline in the back yard), and Marash Girl and Marash Boy happily crawl under that beautiful handmade quilt nightly!

Monday, November 2, 2020

Handmade Quilt At A Yardsale!

Marash Girl: "What a beautiful quilt! Why are you selling it??" Yard Sale Seller: "My husband's secretary made this quilt for him and I'll be d...'ed if I'll sleep with my husband under a quilt that another woman made for him!!!" N.B. Marash Girl has not included a photo of the quilt in order to protect the innocent . . . or the not so innocent!!!

Saturday, June 2, 2018

Yard Sale Season!

Yard Sale Season!  Marash Girl's favorite season of the year, both for the weather, AND for the yard sales!  Such fun, sailing around the city, meeting folks, exchanging stories, and finding little treasures (which, of course, no-one needs, including the buyer and the seller) . . . Memories of the good old days, "yard sailing" around East Longmeadow with Shirley Tashjian, God rest her soul . . . Memories of the good old days, "yard sailing" throughout Monson (before the tornado took the cottage on the top of Wilbraham Mountain!)

Anyway, enough with the memories, and off to the yard sales!  Marash Girl will let you know if she has any luck today, finding a treasure for which she has no need!

Friday, August 18, 2017

Tell it to the priest!

At a recent yard sale, a woman asked Marash Girl if she could have the candlesticks in question for 50 cents rather than $5.00 because the woman was buying it for her church.  Marash Girl replied, "If it's for the church, you can have it for free."  The woman insisted that she should be 50 cents for the candlesticks.  Marash Girl insisted that if the candlesticks were for the church, she should take them for free.  The woman, looking chagrined, walked away without the candlesticks.

Friday, April 7, 2017

Another sign of Spring sprung up today!

Driving home this morning, Marash Girl spied, along Washington Street, the first yard sale sign of the season!  A certain sign that Spring has sprung!

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

The Quilt That Had No Shame

For those of you who know Marash Girl, you may know that she loves to go yard-saling (or as Marash Boy calls it, "yard-sailing"!  Yes, she would often take the youngest of her four children  (now that Marash Girl finally had time to go yard-saling) and literally sail through the roads of Wilbraham, looking for the unusual, the bargain, the deal!

Probably the most beautiful item Marash Girl has ever purchased at a yard sale is a handmade patchwork quilt.  But why would the seller be selling such a lovely item?  Actually, the seller wasn't selling the quilt; she was giving it away.  Giving it away?  Why?

So Marash Girl asked.  And here was the answer.

"My husband's cute young secretary quilted this patchwork quilt coverlet and gifted it to him this past Christmas.  I'll be darned if I'm going to sleep under a quilt that was painstakingly handmade for my husband by another woman, and a beautiful young one, at that!"

[No photo posted in order to protect the innocent . . . or the guilty!]

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Looking for Yard Sale Signs?

If you're in Kittery, Maine, and it's a Saturday, try looking for Free Signs!  Apparently, most of the yard sales in Kittery, Maine, occur on Friday, so by Saturday, anything that hasn't sold is free. . . or was it just a fluke that weekend when we were there at the end of June?  Fluke or not, it was lots of fun for Marash Girl and lots of grief for Marash Boy . . . needless to say, he hates yard sales, and hates free stuff even more!

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Childhood In A Box

All boxed up and ready to toss when even yard-salers didn't value the woman's past.

The moment was heartbreaking for Marash Girl, who  had had only one doll in her life (the one Uncle George brought her from Germany after WWII, a doll which one-year-old Carol threw into the mud). Marash Girl rescued the dolls and here they are, 
to be remembered forever, 
or at least as long as this blog lasts!

                                                      Childhood in a Box                           Photo by Marash Girl

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Ticks and Talks on Cape Cod

 As most of you know by now, Massachusetts' beloved Cape Cod and the Islands (Martha's Vineyard and Nantucket) their beaches and roadsides, paths through the woods and back yard havens, are now overrun by ticks carrying lyme disease.  Go shopping to the local market, and in the parking lot,  you'll overhear folks comparing notes on their neighbor's (or their own) bout with the tick born lyme disease.  Originally thought to nest in the fur of deer, the ticks now make their home on animals as small as mice, and certainly live in the fur of pet cats and dogs who have been allowed to go outside and enjoy the fresh salty air.  Enjoying the leaves of plants as small as two inches high, or living among the greens of the lofty oak, these tiny ticks have ensured misery for the many.

Recently, Marash Girl engaged in one of her favorite pastimes — a visit to a yard sale on Cape Cod.  Yard sales on Cape Cod are not simply for stocking up on gadgets that you  don't need but can't resist just because the price is so cheap --  rather they're a time to enjoy the sun and fresh air and catch up with your "neighbor" the way folks used to do in the old days.  Yesterday, the "neighbor" on Captain Blount Road sold Marash Girl all kinds of treasures at 50 cents apiece.  While Marash Girl paid the total sum of $10 (how many treasures was that? -- get your pencils out!)  -- yes. Marash Girl had gone to the bank the day before to make sure she had cash -- no credit cards or checks accepted at yard sales -- the proprietress began talking about her bout with lyme disease. (Marash Girl can't remember how the topic came up!)  At any rate, this young woman told of her year long fight to regain her health and went on to say that Harwich was known to be the hot spot for lyme disease -- which was the reason she moved from Harwich to Yarmouth!  As she obviously still gardened around her house, Marash Girl asked the young woman how she prevented getting reinfected by the pesky ticks.  

Her solution?  A lint roller.  

She advised the following:  every time you return from working in your garden or from a walk along the beach or  a walk in the woods -- whether or not the path is cement, tar, sand or dirt -- keep a lint roller handy, and roll that roller over every inch of your exposed skin and your clothing -- have someone do the back of your clothes as well -- throw your clothing into the washing machine using hot water  (after you've removed the clothing from your self, of course) and while the clothes are washing, take a shower; when the wash is done, throw the clothing in the dryer.  The heat from the dryer will destroy any ticks that may have survived the wash.

If you do find a tick on your body, call 911 -- no, just kidding -- call your doctor and the doctor will usually prescribe a prophylactic dose of doxycyclin (usually one day's worth).  

Marash Girl can tell you from experience -- contracting lyme disease is no joke!

Friday, July 24, 2015

Raccoon Comes A-VIsiting

Sending notices out for your yard sale?  Make sure that your local raccoons can't read!

Recently Marash Girl attended a yard sale, granted she was a late bird rather than an early bird, and while standing at the foot of the stairs leading to the front door, chatting with the proprietress of the yard sale, she looked up to see, yes, she saw, yes, it really was, a raccoon entering the open door of the grand Victorian home.  In shock, Marash Girl screamed, the raccoon turned tail (literally) and fled, and the proprietress was completely confused.  What just happened?  Oh, no!  Let's call animal control.  A half hour later, animal control arrived (giving the raccoon plenty of time to take cover) and announced that she could not take down an animal that was not rabid or sick.  Well, if the raccoon was not rabid or sick, what was it doing rummaging around in broad daylight at a local yard sale?

Apparently, Newton is now known not only for its million dollar homes, but for its protected wild life!

Thursday, June 4, 2015

Touring Edgartown with Michael Currid

A walking tour of Edgartown led by Michael Currid -- a fellow who works at the corner store (The Paper Store -- the only place you can buy the New York Times in all of Edgartown) and runs the Edgartown Tour Company -- said walking tour turned out to be a highlight of this week.  Local lore mixed with local history, stories of Herman Melville's stay in Edgartown,  stories of whaling captains,  mistresses dressed in red at their lover's funeral,  Methodist churches built bigger and better to accommodate Edgartown's growing population . . . Marash Girl's question brought the tour guide back to the present with a start.  "When folks are not occupying their summer homes in Edgartown, is there a problem with break-ins?"

Without a pause, Currid answered.  "Oh, there are break-ins.  In fact, one summer a few years ago, a woman broke into a home here in Edgartown, spread the contents of the home on the walkway in front of the house, and sold it all during a Saturday yard sale."

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Did I just hear Brooklynese?

Overheard at a yard sale yesterday . . .

That man came from Brooklyn, right?

Yeah, but he left when he was 8 years old!

Well, I guess you can take the man out of Brooklyn, but you can't take Brooklyn out of the man!

Friday, July 11, 2014

From the gutters of Wilbraham, to the Hallowed Halls of Houston

Years ago, yardsaling in Wilbraham, Massachusetts, Marash Girl found a broken up chair in the gutter alongside the house that was having the yard sale.  Knowing that her father loved to tinker and rebuild furniture (he had built his own glass fronted bookcase in junior high school, and a man-sized oak desk in high school), she asked the proprietor of the yard sale if the chair pieces were being trashed.  Oh, yes, said the woman; that chair belonged to my old aunt -- it's broken to pieces -- that's for the trash man.  May I take it? Marash Girl asked her.  Of course, replied the woman from Wilbraham, all too happy to clean up the gutter in front of her perfect Cape house.  Marash Girl dutifully gathered all of the pieces and brought them to Newtonville to present to her father and sure enough, her father was thrilled;  soon he rebuilt the chair to its original dimensions and had his artist friend -- the friend that painted his portrait on the day of his 90th birthday -- carefully restore the painting that was on the upper back strut of the chair.  Marash Girl treasured that chair in her home until Karoun asked if she could take that old black chair with her to her new apartment in Houston.  Sure, enough, the chair went along with Karoun, a reminder of her home in Newton, Massachusetts.  And it took her Texan landlord to recognize the chair for what it was:  "That's a real antique . . . a very early Massachusetts chair," he told her.  "Value it!" 

Whatever happened to that chair, anyway?


Sunday, June 29, 2014

Fossil Collecting at Calvert Cliffs, Maryland

A beautiful Saturday in June -- sunny, not a cloud in the sky -- and nothing 

scheduled -- what could be nicer than going sailing . . . What?  You don't have a sailboat?
How about yard-sailing!  That's what Marash Girl did yesterday, and the excursion brought her to within a mile of the house where she grew up . . . 

At that yard sale, Marash Girl spied three rocks . . . they looked like heart rocks, but not quite. . . "What are those?" Marash Girl asked the 'proprietress' of the yard sale.  "Oh, those are clam fossils," she answered.  "Where do they come from?" MG asked.  "They're from a beach in Maryland."   "Really?" Marash Girl exclaimed; "many years ago, I gathered fossils of shark's teeth on a beach in Maryland at the base of a cliff."  "That's exactly where I found these . . . while I was hunting for shark's teeth at the base of a cliff on a beach in Maryland.  I used to live in Maryland and we went hunting for shark's teeth all the time!  I have a bottle full of shark's teeth inside.  They're not for sale, but these clam fossils are. . . " 

Marash Girl checked with Matt (a native of Maryland who, by the way, found an Indian arrowhead when he was visiting Wilbraham after the tornado) and learned that the place that both the proprietress of the yard sale and Marash Girl had gone fossil hunting was probably Calvert Cliffs in Maryland, which is where the clam shell fossils you see below were found.

Clam shell fossils from Calvert Cliffs, Maryland, in their new home, snuggled in a flower pot
with a baby plant on Marash Girl's front porch.  Photo by Marash Girl

Monday, May 26, 2014

Yardsaling in Stowe, Vermont

Where was Marash Girl going to find a jig saw puzzle in Stowe? (A necessity when the weatherman promised rain all week!)

Maybe at a yard sale?  And there it was -- a yard sale sign -- and yes, the yard sale had two jigsaw puzzles, one 500 piece and one 1000 piece.  Are they complete? Marash Girl asked, knowing better and knowing that the answer would be far different from the reality.  "Of course they're complete," was the answer.  "My wife would never sell a puzzle that wasn't complete!"   Marash Girl just smiled.

Next yard sale, dogs come leaping out at Marash Girl as she got out of the car --  and they were tall dogs reaching above her shoulders.  "Don't worry," said the yard sale perpetrators;  "they're friendly.  They only bite folks who don't buy anything."

"Do you have any yarn?" asked Marash Girl.   "No, but I could unravel my sweater for you," answered the dog owner.  "And we do have a sewing machine. . . Why knit when you can sew?  It's faster!"